On the Day 55 of the journey, the time slowed down, the space was bent and a random torn page from The Shaman’s diary started to dance in the wind. It was a portrait of a man, a man who was unknown to many. A man of mystery. The wind carried the page way up high, and when it reached the clouds, one short sentence had been heard from the man in the portrait, saying: “The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is. Self-knowledge has no end - you don't come to an achievement, you don't come to a conclusion. It is an endless river.”
